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Monday, August 15, 2011

"Owen, what did you do with my socket wrench?"
"You mean the long one you left on the counter? I put it in Mom's funky chest thing with the rest of your tools."

Travis grumbled as he began rummaging around through the clutter that had accumulated in what clearly was not meant for such things. Unfortunately, moving generally lead to taking some creative liberties with what certain furniture items could be used for--and his son seemed to have taken this to heart. His mother might not be as pleased.

Travis' headache began to pound harder and harder the longer he looked, especially as the giggles of his children kept getting louder and louder behind him. "Ugh, I'm not going to find anything in this mess," he groaned as he shoved a few more tools to the side. "Too much random clutter in here."

"I guess it can wait," he sighed as he carefully shut the lid and turned--which nearly forced him to be knocked over as two redheads skirted past him at break-neck speed.

"Kids, stop messing around. Your mother's going to be back any minute with dinner and you guys promised her you'd get those boxes broken down and put in the garage."

"Sorry Dad, we'll do it in just a--uuggh, Gracie, stop it!"

Travis rolled his eyes, realizing he would just be fighting a losing battle if he continued to nag them. "Just make sure it gets done before tomorrow, we're going to need somewhere to put the couches once the moving truck gets here." He dodged out of the way as Owen and Gracie whizzed by again. "Hey, where's Sally?"

"I'm back here, Dad!" a small voice called from what sounded like across the room, but as Travis looked around the corner he couldn't see his daughter anywhere visible.

Travis' face grew puzzled as he tried to discern the source of the voice. "Which is where?"

"Behind the boxes, durh," she said sarcastically, just as Travis poked around and had finally found her. With a roll of her eyes, Sally snapped the book shut she'd had in her hands and put it down on the floor.

"What are you doing back here?"

"Isn't it obvious? I was reading. The boxes are the only protection I've got from those nincompoops." Unfortunately, just as Travis opened his mouth to retort something half-scoldish and half-defensive of her siblings' honor, a massive squeal coming from his other daughter erupted from the kitchen.

Travis' headache wasn't relenting, and all this noise was just making it worse. He was ready to relax--clearly, though, his kids wanted him to be able to do anything but.

"Ugh.... Girls," Travis liftened his fingers to his brow, stiffly trying to massage away some of the throbbing pain there. "You listen to your brother for a while, alright? I need to go for a walk. You alright with that, Owen?"

"Yeah, no problem Dad--see Grace, now you have to listen to me!"

"Nu UH!"

Finally, freedom. Travis could almost taste it! He'd nearly made it out the door, too, when he caught sight of his son trailing a few steps behind him.

"Actually, Dad, before you go... Do you have a minute? I wanna ask you about something."

"Yeah, sure!" As long as it got him away from the majority of the noise. "C'mon, let's sit outside for a few."

As they settled onto the ground outside of the front step, Travis started to get a bit of a sinking feeling in his stomach. He wasn't sure what he'd expected, when his son had first asked to talk, but once he caught a good look at Owen's face he realized it was serious--and he had a pretty good idea what about.

There was no way he could avoid this forever, though. "So, what's up?" he asked, trying to sound unsuspicious.

"It's just... Argh, I dunno how to put this," Owen groaned. Clearly, this was not as easy as he'd pictured in his mind. "I know it's not really any of my business, and I feel kinda dumb for even asking, but..." He cowered a little, avoiding his father's gaze. "Why... Why didn't you and mom end up getting a divorce?"

Travis took in a deep breath. "Well... It's a bit complicated." He caught a glance from his son; nope, that wasn't going to be enough.

"You see, Owen... I know things were pretty rough between your mom and I for a while. We both said and did a lot of things we shouldn't have, but, in the end, there were things that mattered more to us than our mistakes. Like you three. And, no matter what, we have both always cared about each other deeply. Neither of us were ready to give up on each other. We just... have a lot of things we need to work on. Things we've avoided for a long time, even since before you kids were born, because we were both a bit too stubborn. That's something we're both ready to change now, though. Finally."

"So... is... that why you had an affair?"

This was the question he'd been dreading. He'd known it was only a matter of time after the headlines had announced his transgressions to the world that his kids got wind of it, but he'd never fully imagined how they'd react. Or how he'd handle it. He took another deep breath. "You're old enough, now, to understand that adults make all kinds of mistakes. The only thing that separates us from you kids is experience, and sometimes not even that helps. I... can't explain why I did what I did. But, it was wrong, and there was no excuse for it, and I hurt your mother... more than you'll ever know."

"I guess it's just..." Owen bit his lip a little, and hugged his knees up close to his chest. "Everyone I know with divorced parents had something similar happen, and I... don't really understand why mom was different. I mean--why she forgave you."

Travis opened his mouth--and then shut it again. That was one thing he definitely didn't have an answer for. "That's something you'll have to ask her," Travis finally responded after several moments of silence.

"Look," Travis began as they both stood up. "I need you to understand, I love you all very, very much. You three mean the world to me--I know it's been a while since I've done a good job at showing it, but I'm going to change that. We moved here so that we all could have a fresh start... Not just your mom and I. Alright?"

"Yeah Dad, I know. I mean, I didn't really want to leave Twinbrook, but," he said as he started to slowly smile. "Mom explained to me how much this meant to you. And if she can forgive you... so can I."

For a moment, part of Travis wanted nothing more than to break down into sobs and squeeze his son firmly to his chest. His son was everything he was not, and no words could express the joy and pride this gave him. Barely a teenager, and already the better man.

Instead, though, to spare his son the embarrassment, he simply squeezed Owen's shoulders and nodded, with a twinkle threatening to escape his eye. "Thanks."

If there was one thing people couldn't say about Redcliffs, it's that it isn't a beautiful place to live.

Travis wasn't sure how long he'd been walking, but it had been long enough for the sun to dip lower and lower towards the horizon, painting everything along the shore the brightest hue of gold he'd ever seen. The air was still and warm, but occasionally he could still smell the salt from the ocean's waves. The sights, the sounds the smells--they were all definitely what he needed to relax.

And it's definitely what he needed, in order to change: a clean slate.

It truly was amazing, how different this place was from Twinbrook. You definitely didn't get to see a sunset like that back in gloomy little Simissouri, Travis thought to himself as he looked out across the water and across the shore.

And, you definitely didn't get girls like that back in Twinbrook. For a moment, he hesitated, feeling a sense of dread welling up in his throat. Sure, he was away from all the women that he knew, but he wasn't away from women in general... And he could already tell they were a heck of a lot looser here in Redcliffs than back home. A carefree atmosphere wasn't always a good thing.

"Beautiful, aren't they?!" The voice caused Travis to jump and turn around. He must have been incredibly absorbed in his thoughts, for this woman to sneak up on him so easily.

"Er..." Travis looked a little confused for a moment. "Pardon?"

"The sunsets! We always get the most beautiful sunsets here," she continued in a very animated fashion. "Best piece of coast Florsimda has to offer, I always say."

"Yeah... I suppose you might be right," Travis began, trying to take his eyes off this woman, but there was something about the optimistic, self-assured way she carried herself that stuck his gaze to her. "But I can't say I've seen much of the rest of it, yet."

"Oh, trust me, you will look but you will never find anything to compare. Even the ocean smells sweeter, here!" She took in a long, deep breath, her arms still splayed out to her sides as if she were sailing on the prow of a ship. "So, stranger," she continued with a smile. "What brings you here?"

"Well I--I'm here for work," Travis said with a shrug, his eyes finally drifting out of the field of the woman's charisma. "Just got picked as the new starting pitcher for the Reavers, for the season."

"Mhmmm..." The woman's lips thinned. She clearly didn't buy it.

Travis sighed, both his shoulders sulking to his sides as he finally confessed, "Actually... I guess I just made a lot of bad choices in my life, and I needed somewhere to start over. Somewhere where my family isn't haunted constantly by what I've done. I guess... I guess that's kinda silly, isn't it."

"Not at all," she said with a smile. "In fact, it's a far less selfish reason to move here than most-and I get the feeling you aren't giving yourself enough credit, for that." To this, Travis smiled; he wasn't sure he agreed with her, but her confidence in those words gave him a small sense of hope. Perhaps she was right.

As the sun began dipping lower, Travis and the woman--who still remained nameless--continued talking, walking down the beach's sidewalk together.

At first Travis was nervous, wary of a stranger talking to him in such a way, but there was something about her that assured him she had no hidden agenda. She was merely just being the way she was, and she'd trapped him up in her wake. He literally had to say nothing at all, either; she talked endlessly of things Redcliffs had to offer, of how much it had changed since she was a child, of tall tales of sharks in the waters who'd carried children to safety.

She was... something else, Travis thought to himself.

They reached the end of the sidewalk, and for a moment, Travis wasn't sure what to do. He needed to get home, but he didn't want to seem like he was trying to escape--and, he admitted to himself, he really didn't want to.

She stopped, so he did as well; she turned to him, and in her typical over-bearing manner, moved in closer than he'd ordinarily be comfortable with. Travis knew, she neither needed or wanted anything from him; this was simply who she was. That thought didn't help entirely, though.

"You'll be happier here, you know. Everyone always is."

He let the words simmer in his mind for a moment before he responded. "I... I hope you're right," he sighed.

They stood for a moment, in this tense void with little space between them, before Travis finally felt himself taking a step a back. As intoxicating as this woman's presence was, he finally began to recognize what was happening. Even if she didn't realize it, she was testing him--and, for better or worse, he'd passed. So far.

"Well, it... It was great meeting you, but I really need to get home," he began awkwardly. "My family's probably waiting for me."

"Ah, alright, I won't keep you then," she said with a sweet smile. "You know, though... I can tell."

He frowned. "Tell what?"

"That you love them, very much. And that they care a great deal for you, too." Travis opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, she was already smiling ear to ear, and beginning to move away from him. "I'll be sure to keep an eye out for you on the baseball field! Take care, stranger!"

His legs felt like tree trunks every step home; clumsy, awkward, and heavy. Was everyone here going to be like that? Some sort of philosophical, soul-searching, over-enthusiastic mumbo-jumbo wrapped in hotness? That was, of course, if she'd even been real; the further he got from the beach, the more he started to wonder if she was just a figment of his imagination.

His headache was gone only to be replaced by another--if this is what Redcliffs was like, then he was in for a struggle... but, at the very least: it was worth it.

The memories weighed so heavily on his mind that he didn't hear the sound of his wife's footsteps coming towards him across the porch.

"Well there you are, I've been looking all over for you!" Travis' eyes finally lifted to the source of Jade's voice. "The kids just finished eating, there's a plate set out for you but it's probably cold by now."

"Mmm."

Jade scowled. "Alright, what's wrong?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing. Sorry, just a lot on my mind. I'll come eat in just a minute."

She didn't look convinced. He looked up at her again, curious why she was still standing there; her expression said it all, though. "Do you... want to talk about it?" she finally asked.

"I don't know, it's kind of... strange," he began as she sat down on the bench beside him. "Ever since we got here I've been doing a lot of thinking about what's happened and how much everything's changed, and... how much it means to me that you all came with me. For a while, I thought it was just going to be me, leaving Twinbrook behind."

Jade bowed her head a little towards her hands. "I know."

"I don't usually try to dwell on it this much, but I ran into this... really odd woman at the beach while I was out walking, and she really got me to thinking."

"Did she," Jade said, skeptically.

"No, no, nothing like that--she was just... very perceptive. Said a lot of things to me I've been reluctant to say to myself, for a while."

"Oh yeah?" Jade's expression fell even further. "Like what?"

"Like... I don't know. Seeing how much I really do care about this being a new start for all of us, not just using it as an excuse to get away from the bad press and my judgemental family. It feels selfish, to me, asking you all to uproot your lives for me, but... in the end, I wouldn't have even bothered, if I didn't care about you all so much."

He looked over, and saw that Jade's eyes had grown wide. She still said nothing, so he continued. "You know, as much as I thought this move was just me running away, really, I think... it's me trying to find my way back to you guys. So we can be a family, again."

"Is that what you want? What you really want?"

Travis nodded. "Yeah. It is."

"I... guess I never thought I'd hear you say that," she said slowly, beginning to smile. In fact, Travis thought she looked genuinely impressed; that was a first.

As time went on, she slowly began to lean closer to him; carefully, he lifted his arm and draped it over her shoulders, pulling her even closer still.

Travis could smell the shampoo in her hair with the sweat of the long day's work. She had always been a strange woman; hard-working and independent, yet so easily broken. He wondered, if she'd given herself more credit, if she would have been fine on her own.

She would have, most likely. But she chose not to be alone--she chose to need him, all this time. And that's what made the difference.

"You know, Travis..." she said softly, brushing the top of her head against his cheek.

"Yeah?"

"I..." She paused, averting her gaze towards the ground. "I do still love you."

"You--" He looked at her, deep into her eyes as he lifted her chin so she could face him. "You do."

"Yeah."

"I... Well, I." Travis smiled. It had been so long, since he'd heard that--but that wait made those words mean more to him than they ever had. "I love you, too, Jade. I love you, too."

Extra:
This is labeled as a short since technically it has nothing to do with the rest of the story; like I said in the wrap-up, I'm going to do these occasionally for the 'former' main characters of DS so you can get a glimpse on what they're up to. Obviously, Travis is doing his best to right his wrongs--but he's got a LONG ways to go. I just hope it shows that he's at least trying to make those first steps.

Also, I was a bit bored last night so I put this little slideshow together with the song from this chapter, to sort of tell the story of Travis/Jade's relationship from it's beginning til now. It's nothing amazing--I couldn't even crop it right so the music fit better with the images--but hey, whatever. I never really step back to look at these two's relationship, so it felt nice to do so.

I'm glad that he and Jade are finally working things out. Because, it's a true match - three times over, I've had Travis in Twinbrook. Three times over, twice as a teen, once as a young adult - he ends up with Jade.

Thanks for the wonderful comments everyone--sorry it's taking me so long to respond, been super preoccupied lately. :S

@Jen: I know, right? I have a thing for flaws, too. People who are too good bore me! ;D I'm glad that Travis is finally getting on the right track with his life, though.

@LordCharles: I'm glad you love Margo so much!! I'm really excited for when she's older. As for the town, if you google "sims 3 redcliffs" it'll be the first link, but I forewarn--the town is very CC heavy, and kinda glitchy. I recommend sticking with EA towns for normal playing. :)

@JMH: You'll get to see plenty more shorts, trust me! I'm really excited about the next one, though it's going to take me some time to put together. Summer is keeping me very busy! x_x

@PiB: Thanks PiB! And don't worry--this won't be the last time you'll see them, lol. Just because I won't be featuring them constantly doesn't mean I won't still write about them occasionally!

@Heaven: The chest is actually from WA! It's just the "French" style chest from tombs, re-styled. And, thank you very much!! The story is veryvery long so far so if you do get caught up on all of it I will be thoroughly impressed. Thank you so much for reading! <3

Eek, I'm behind! Been busy and forgot to keep tabs on this great story! Another great chapter, and I'm glad you'll be sharing what's happening to all the characters! Travis does seem to be trying, but with all those "loose" women (lol that was funny), it won't be easy! That's a beautiful world too - did you make it?

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